Novel & Cerita Words To Wake Me Up When September Ends

Nothing would stop me now. As I left their room, I took one last glance at their peaceful faces. "Goodnight, my loves," I whispered. "I promise you, everything will be alright." The flickering nightlight cast long shadows across the floor, and I felt a chill run down my spine. I could feel the darkness that lived inside me stir with excitement. And a voice whispered in my head, “The world will soon know our name, Luna Wicken, and they will learn to fear it.”

She fell silent. The dawn light began to creep into the room through the broken window. Soft, pale, almost gentle despite the destruction around us. It touched the shattered glass, the weapons on the floor, the blood smudged on my clothes, Eldric’s tear-marked face, and Maurice’s hollow eyes. It touched me too. Warm. Quiet. Final. I closed my eyes for one second. Only one. Then I whispered the only truth left inside me. “It ends today.” The words didn’t echo. They didn’t need to. The dawn carried them.

19 - Mia Lauren Hudson I Don't Want It to End Like This. Yeah, but it will end like this. - As if it were the first time I woke up with a satisfied sigh, and the small rays of light showed me it was already dawn, and I was still in his room. I was so happy and fulfilled. I looked beside me on the bed, and it was completely empty. I knew I had to go back home, and it was also the morning of Christmas Eve. Everyone outside was going crazy, which was typical.

It’s quiet because there are almost no people here by the sea. Right? If the world was ending You’d come over, right? Right? “Wait, what’s that?” Our other companion asked, so I looked at them and widened my eyes, but they just grinned even more and raised their hands. “We’re in, so we can move on from the player.” The sky’d be falling and I’d hold you tight And there wouldn’t be a reason why We would even have to say goodbye If the world was ending You’d come over, right?

I remember the words of a chant guiding my fingers as I worked. What was it? I close my eyes and let the whisper enter my flesh and blood, my lips move and I recite ... When dreamers dream They guard within A secret they must cherish, until Mother Moon through watery hue with iron she will not perish. Then with a final cry from Esme of "Go with the Goddess!" we are there. The crackle of pine needles beneath our feet, the scent of pine and something else much, much darker. I am home. And everything is wrong.

"Even if you die here, no one's going to find you!" And with that, she walked out. I lay there, barely clinging to consciousness. Thinking back to what she had just said, all I felt was bitter irony. Did Samuel really say he wanted to move to Merrington with me? Still, what was the use of a promise made too late? A wave of dizziness crashed over me, and soon after, everything went black. … I woke to the sound of laughter. As I opened my eyes, the soft glow of a surveillance monitor drew my attention.

Naomi and Wayne stood at the center, each holding a child, looking every bit the picture of a perfect family of four. I stood silently in the crowd, watching that scene. Taking a bite of matcha cake, the sweetness on my tongue turned bitter. Without sparing them another glance, I walked out of the hotel. Sliding into the car Wayne had once given me with matching license plates, the cold voice of the system filled my head, and dizziness overtook me. "Host, your departure time has arrived. Countdown: three, two, one…" I closed my eyes. From that moment on, Arden Sharpe no longer existed in this world.

As if someone invisible was writing. ✍️ Dear Eryx, If you’re reading this… then I failed. 😨 The writing continued. They erased me. But they couldn’t erase love. 💔 If you remember me one day… Don’t come looking for me. Because something is waiting beyond the memories. ⚡ The room suddenly shook. Violently. 💥 The writing disappeared. The notebook burst into silver flames. 🔥 Gone. Forever. ⸻ 🌙 The Awakening The darkness below the mansion started moving.

Right before I turned off my phone, I'd received one last message from the wedding planner. [Mr. Duggan, all the paperwork has been taken care of.] I replied: [Thank you.] Then I powered it down. Outside, the sea of clouds stretched on like an endless, silent snowfall. I closed my eyes. For the first time, I realized how light it felt—not having to be the steady one. Not having to be praised for being obedient.

Vibrant reds, blush pinks with soft purple undertones and calm light blues. All gathered together to bask in the sun's golden glory. The sheer beauty of it brought tears to my eyes, it was the most beautiful sun rise I'd ever seen. The glorious dawn that chased away the night's shadows. This was the sun rise of June 21, 1874. The morning of my execution. The glorious dawn of the beginning of my end! The Night Before 526!